“As long as you are trying your hardest, that’s all that matters”, is something my parents would always say to me. Whether I was feeling down about a test grade, or overwhelmed with work, my parents would always say it was okay as long as I was trying my hardest. They always had my back as long as I always put my best effort forward. My parents were my greatest out of school influence.
From the time I was in preschool to my last day of high school, my mom would always ask me how my day was and what I had done. Sometimes, if it had been a long day, I would be resentful to answer and give a short “it was good” and nothing more. But that never stopped her, she always asked me how I was. She was a stay at home mom most of my life and gave up her career as a special needs teacher to raise me, and my two brothers. We were very lucky to have one parent that could stay home with us. It does not happen often these days that kids have a stay at home parent. Aside from asking me how I was she would always ask me what homework I had to do. Then she would pester me for a few hours about getting it done before I had practice or a game. At the time, this seemed very annoying, but now I see that she was trying to help me be aware of time management and instill a skill in me that would help in the long run. My mom was always a great supporter and really encouraged me to do well in school.
When my dad got home in the evening he would typically ask the same questions as my mom. How was my day, did I have a lot of work to do, how was practice, and so on. When it came to school work my dad and I were different types of learners. He could memorize a whole page of notes just by looking at it for a few minutes where I would need to study the page for at least an hour to know majority of the notes. He was also extremely good at math where I tended to struggle with it. He was always very supportive and proud of the grades I got. I made honor roll every year of high school for my A’s and B’s, and every time I would bring home the certificate he would be just as proud as the last one. If I got a bad grade on a test even though I had studied hours for it, he would still always say “As long as you tried your hardest that’s all that matters.” This phrase seemed untrue to me at first because I couldn’t fathom with the fact that a bad grade would ever be okay, but now I understand it. As long as I put my best efforts forward and never give up, then the results do not matter as much. It’s the effort that counts.
I can’t thank my parents enough for instilling good values of school and learning in me. They always supported me and encouraged me to do my best. I would not be where I am today if it weren’t for their continuous support and love.
Out of School Influence
“As long as you are trying your hardest, that’s all that matters”, is something my parents would always say to me. Whether I was feeling down about a test grade, or overwhelmed with work, my parents would always say it was okay as long as I was trying my hardest. They always had my back as long as I always put my best effort forward. My parents were my greatest out of school influence.
From the time I was in preschool to my last day of high school, my mom would always ask me how my day was and what I had done. Sometimes, if it had been a long day, I would be resentful to answer and give a short “it was good” and nothing more. But that never stopped her, she always asked me how I was. She was a stay at home mom most of my life and gave up her career as a special needs teacher to raise me, and my two brothers. We were very lucky to have one parent that could stay home with us. It does not happen often these days that kids have a stay at home parent. Aside from asking me how I was she would always ask me what homework I had to do. Then she would pester me for a few hours about getting it done before I had practice or a game. At the time, this seemed very annoying, but now I see that she was trying to help me be aware of time management and instill a skill in me that would help in the long run. My mom was always a great supporter and really encouraged me to do well in school.
When my dad got home in the evening he would typically ask the same questions as my mom. How was my day, did I have a lot of work to do, how was practice, and so on. When it came to school work my dad and I were different types of learners. He could memorize a whole page of notes just by looking at it for a few minutes where I would need to study the page for at least an hour to know majority of the notes. He was also extremely good at math where I tended to struggle with it. He was always very supportive and proud of the grades I got. I made honor roll every year of high school for my A’s and B’s, and every time I would bring home the certificate he would be just as proud as the last one. If I got a bad grade on a test even though I had studied hours for it, he would still always say “As long as you tried your hardest that’s all that matters.” This phrase seemed untrue to me at first because I couldn’t fathom with the fact that a bad grade would ever be okay, but now I understand it. As long as I put my best efforts forward and never give up, then the results do not matter as much. It’s the effort that counts.
I can’t thank my parents enough for instilling good values of school and learning in me. They always supported me and encouraged me to do my best. I would not be where I am today if it weren’t for their continuous support and love.